80 Laps or More

That’s how many laps I swim, except this week I forced myself to stop counting. Everything is a competition with me and if there’s no one to compete with I compete with myself. This can be a very good thing, but in this case it was wrecking something perfect. Swimming is not only great exercise, I love it. But I was turning it into something grueling.

As long as I keep swimming the whole time, I realized, I was getting the great exercise part, and I should just relax and enjoy it. So now I do. When I’m doing the back stroke I look at the sky and the gingko trees. During freestyle and breast stroke I look for the diamonds the jewelry store robbers lost underwater (it could happen) or perhaps a new undiscovered species that only lives in the Carmine Street pool.

Workers down at the World Trade Center leaving work at the end of the day.

World Trade Center Workers

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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2 thoughts on “80 Laps or More

  1. Hey Stacy, I read your tweet earlier about Hurricane Irene. Sounds like you are in a relatively safe zone, but I’d suggest to be prepared for electricity outage of at least a few days. Maybe outage of internet/cellphone service. Whatever preps you have should be helpful. I’m still working on my preps after the tornado last spring, but making progress — all of the stuff I’ve gathered can be used without electricity OR generators (gas is sometimes unavailable for generators as I learned after the tornado). Primitive but good for such an emergency.

    Hunker down and stay safe, I’ll be thinking of you and the kitties this weekend!

  2. All of a sudden I feel like I don’t have the right items. My flashlights suck, I just discovered, for instance. I need a decent flashlight, and a battery operated lamp.

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